Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 81

As Genevieve hung up, Anthony stood up and his face turned somber.

“Go and get Samson’s caretaker,” Anthony snarled.

“Yes, sir,” Daniel responded immediately.

Soon after, a housekeeper was led to him, her face wrinkled with worry.

“Mr. Hoffman… The housekeeper started.

Anthony interrupted, “Is Samson with you all the time?”

Anthony’s voice was cold enough to freeze ice.

The housekeeper was flustered. Her voice trembled as she replied, “Yes…”

Anthony took in her reaction and narrowed his eyes. His gaze took on a chilling light.

“Honestly, how dare you lie when Mr. Hoffman is questioning you?” Daniel exclaimed.

The housekeeper trembled slightly. She hesitated for a few seconds, She couldn’t help but confess, “I didn’t mean to. It was Ms. Stewart who told me not to tell you.”

“Recently, Ms. Stewart frequently asks me to bring Samson to her the housekeeper explained. “She locks him in a room so on Malcolm instead, Samson is too little and cries often. When he cries, Ms. Stewart…”

m so that we can focus

The servant hesitated, slightly frightened.

“She…?” Daniel prompted.

“Ms.

Stewart will scold him, occasionally beat him, and even starve him. There’s nothing we can do….

The housekeeper lowered her head, trembling with fear, and whispered, “Maybe it’s because Malcolm can’t speak, but when Ms. Stewart is angry, she’ll

il take it out on Samson because she can’t bear to take it out on her own son…”

child!

Who would have thought this bright young woman could be so harsh on a child!

There was dead silence in the office.

Anthony’s expression was twisted with distaste, his face harsh and foreboding. The air around him became several degrees colder.

Suddenly, he grabbed an ornament on the table, well worth six figures, and hurled it to the ground. The veins of his arms strained against the

skin, and his whole body was tense.

The housekeeper didn’t dare to make another sound

Anthony’s voice was dark and frigid, causing chills to skitter down their backs.

“Go and take Samson away. You don’t have to inform anyone, Anthony ordered.

He knew that Samson would be ruined if he continued staying with Rosalie.

nodded, “I’ll arrange

looked at the housekeeper.

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again, “What happened in the

to beat around the bush and told

scolded people every time she opened her mouth, and she struck others

be as gentle as a babbling brook, considerate and

actuality, she was a completely

burst from

ordered in the

realize that everything that had happened in the wake of Rosalie’s return to

his wife and child

weren’t for

blood rushed to his head, and he tasted the tang of

was solely

up his phone

free? Come out and have a drink with me” he

the other side, Brendan stared at the screen of his own phone, confusion plain on his face.

the middle of the day?”

he invited a large group of people to

was very lively

were either young models who had just entered the industry of actors new to the

coattails, so

the prettiest, even vaguely looking like Genevieve

couldn’t tell if this was on purpose

sat in the shadowy booth, solemn and weighty,

Genevieve’s voice in the afternoon, it was

He couldn’t ho

longer, overwhelmed

said was that

Samson, but why

her. He wanted her back

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would be

wouldn’t Genevieve

but it might as well

people next to him tried stopping him.

wrong?” One of them cajoled. “Are you trying to drown your sorrows?

the point of drinking by yourself? Genie, hurry up and pour some wine for Mr. Hoffman!”

to the female model beside

figure was curvaceous and eye–catching, but she had been unable

heard this, she immediately knelt and poured Anthony a glass

and dewy as if she were trying to convey something while handing the glass to him.

startled when

just seen Genevieve?

‘Genie?

her?‘

y wondered.

slightly drunk, and his expression was fierce as he reached

a gravelly voice, Anthony asked, “Is that

woman raised her